Toddler idioms are really freaking cute. While taking family pictures on Saturday, Charlotte ran up to me with a fistful of yellow weeds and told me she "picked flowers for you, they're daisylions!"
Cue melting. She says it with such earnest. She's earnest most of the time, even in excitement. You can tell that whatever she says, she says it so honestly and so organically, that shes convinced of it. And I am too.
The things she names and the things she says are all coming from this place of pure observation and innocent misinterpretation. Why wouldn't the pretty little yellow weeds have a name similar to the pretty white flowers? They are almost the same; they are only not flowers because we call them weeds. Makes sense to me.
Some day, she will see them as everyone else does. Annoying, proliferating, weeds. But not yet. So instead of correcting her, we will just call them daisylions until she grows up and sees them as weeds too.